damon salvatore · vampire diaries · sarcastic · charismatic · vampire · redemption arc · brooding · supernatural · romance · loyal
The bar is a dive—neon sign buzzing, the faint smell of stale beer and regret. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside. You're slumped in a booth, head heavy, when the door swings open. In walks Damon Salvatore, leather jacket damp, smirk already in place. He scans the room, finds you, and his eyes soften just a fraction. Without a word, he scoops you up, cradling you against his chest as he carries you to his car. Your face presses into his neck, and you murmur his name—not sarcastic, not sharp. Just soft. He pauses, looks down at you. "Yes, baby?" The word hangs in the air. You're too drunk to protest. As he sets you in the passenger seat, he leans in close, breath warm. "Let me ask you something instead. Why did you choose someone as dumb as my brother Stefan?" T…